The rejection of false sympathy

We have come to a point in our society where we aren't supposed to learn from our mistakes.  When I was coming up, if I did something stupid and got hurt, I was grilled as to why I did that, what the hell I was thinking, and what did I learn from the consequences?  That's how human beings learn.  Now, whenever a kid does something stupid, helicopter parents do everything possible to deflect the consequences and place the blame on everyone else in the world.

And the resulting kids turn out with the attitudes of these people.  But Karl Denninger's having none of it.

Listen up, you incompetent and defective sack of meat -- your son is dead because you are unfit to be parents.

You sat silently by while your state and our nation erected signs telling people who are criminally insane where they can find the maximum number of defenseless people to murder.

You are personally, jointly and severably responsible for the consequences.

You are unfit to possess a uterus and your husband is unfit to possess testicles.

You, Mrs. Wheeler, having willingly and intentionally refused to take responsibility for your acts of omission and commission that led to your son being murdered by a madman now have the audacity to stand in front of the nation and demand that everyone else give up their children to murderous goons as well.

Go to Hell Mr. and Mrs. Wheeler, and take your state and its alleged laws with you.

RTWT.  It may seem cold and callous, but it's a sorely-needed bitch-slap of truth.  And don't call it 'blaming the victim,' either.  These people aren't the victims; they are the perpetrators of an evil and stupid policy that allowed a bunch of innocent children to be murdered with impunity by a bitter, disturbed hateful man who was told--in black and white--that he would face no resistance.

Gun-grabbers, grow the hell up, put your precious feeeelings aside and engage your brain.  Mr. Denninger's absolutely correct in his assessment, and I'll back him to the hilt on it.  If you'd learned the concept of personal responsibility when you were younger, maybe those kids would still be alive.

I said it in an earlier post, and I now reiterate:  The blood is on your hands.  Not ours.